That blind man there said that she owned him for her son.
CUCHULLAIN.
I had rather he had been some other woman’s son. What father had he? A soldier out of Alba? She was an amorous woman, a proud pale amorous woman.
FINTAIN.
None knew whose son he was.
CUCHULLAIN.
None knew? Did you know, old listener at doors?
FINTAIN.
No, no, I knew nothing.
BARACH.